We walk the whole way there...with only minor whining from Grandma. But we forgive her because A) It is really is a long walk in the heat with lots of uphill, and B) she is suffering from plantar fastiitis - ouch! We find a recreation that is suitable for all of us: four-person bicycles. The bikes are also powered by a small motor that is activated by the pedal action. So you get a lot of power for a little pedaling - perfect.
We bike through the park past statues and under the shade of towering trees. We love the water fountains - the novelty of drinking out of the tap...especially in a park, is delightful after the forbidden tap-water of Indonesia.
Poppy revs his bike motor and gets heart-racingly close to our bike. Squeals of laughter from Meya. Leasie takes a turn behind the wheel, as does Madi. The prospect of steering, breaking, and pedaling all at the same time proves to be a challenge. More laughter. I have a flash of the future, and cringe at the idea of teaching my girls how to drive.
Madi does a great job steering around some work trucks on a dirt road. But when a young boy on a single bicycle crosses into our lane, she panics. She steers away from him, but forgets to apply the break. I'm not sure whether to scream or laugh. We crash into a rebar pole. CJ, who rides in the front of the bike, cries, "I could have died Madi!"
Here are pics of the damage: Bent pole and small dent in the front fender.
I have another flash of my future and vow that my husband will definitely be the one to teach our children how to drive.
We end the day with games of frisbee and tag in the park. We bribe the children to walk all the way back home with the promise of gelato. And it does the trick.
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